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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.