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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.