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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Human League,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.