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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.