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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.