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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.