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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.