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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.