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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.