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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
ABC,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.