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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.