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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Q65,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.