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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Monks,
June Days,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.