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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.