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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.