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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.