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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Magma,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.