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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.