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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Crime,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.