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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.