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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.