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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.