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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
the Association,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.