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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.