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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.