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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.