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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.