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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.