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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.