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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Can,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.