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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.