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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Visage,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.