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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.