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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
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.