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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ultravox 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.