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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.