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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Chris Corsano 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.