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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.