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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.