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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
X-102,
Can,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.