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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.