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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.