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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Human League,
ABC,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.