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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.