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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.