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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.