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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
X-101,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.