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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.