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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Ossler,
ABBA,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.