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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.