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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.