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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.