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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.