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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
PIL,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.