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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.