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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Pole,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.