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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.