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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.