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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.