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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.