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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.