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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
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Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.