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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.