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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.