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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.