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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.