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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 New Order to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.