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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.