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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.