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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.