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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.