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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Pole,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.