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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Wire,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
John Cale,
a-ha,
10cc,
Slave,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Victims,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.