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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.