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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.