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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.