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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Whodini,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.