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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.