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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.