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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.