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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.