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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.