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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.