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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.