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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.