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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Index,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.