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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.