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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.