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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.