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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.