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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Q65,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.