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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.