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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Television,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.