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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Stooges,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.