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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.