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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.