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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.