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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.