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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.