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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.