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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.