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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.