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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.