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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.