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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.