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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
UT,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.