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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.