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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.