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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.