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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.