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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.