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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.