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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Excepter,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.