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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
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Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.