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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gong,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.