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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.