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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.