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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.