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 Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.