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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Index,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.