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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Wings,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.