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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Index,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.