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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kayak,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.