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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.