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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.