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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.