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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.