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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Technova,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.