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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.