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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.