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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.