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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.