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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.