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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.