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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.