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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.