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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.