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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.