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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.