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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.