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 Mauritius 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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.