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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Nico,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.