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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.