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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.