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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.