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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.