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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.