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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.