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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.