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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.