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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.