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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.