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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Can,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.