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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.