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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Motorama,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.