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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.