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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.