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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.