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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.