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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Faust,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.