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 Libya 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.