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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.