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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.