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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.