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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.