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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.