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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.