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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.