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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.