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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Dead C,
UT,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.