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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.