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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.