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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Smog,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.