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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.