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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.