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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.