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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.