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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.