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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.