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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sparks 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.