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 Panama 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.