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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.