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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Television,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.