Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Fear,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.