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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.