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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.