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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rapeman,
10cc,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.