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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.