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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.