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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.