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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Ronan,
Interpol,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.