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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.