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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.