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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.