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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
cv313,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.