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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
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.