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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.