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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.