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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.