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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Pagans,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.