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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.