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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.