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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.