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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.