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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.