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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.