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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.