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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.