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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.