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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.