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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.