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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.