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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.