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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.