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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.