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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.