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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.