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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.