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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.