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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.