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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.