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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.