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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.