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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.