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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Crime to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.