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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.