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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Liliput,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.