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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Brick,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.