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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Sparks,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.