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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Toasters to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.