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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.