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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.