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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.