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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Q65,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.