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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.