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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Index,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.