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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.