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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.