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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.