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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.