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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Fear,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.