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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.