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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.