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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.