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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Magma,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Can,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.