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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.