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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.