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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.