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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.