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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.