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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.