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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.