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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.