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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.