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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.