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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.