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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.