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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.