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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Nico,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.