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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Yaz,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
JFA,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
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.