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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.