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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.