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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.