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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
UT,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.