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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.