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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.