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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.