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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.