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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.