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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
UT,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.