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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.