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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.