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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.