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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
ABC,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
AZ,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.