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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Index,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.