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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 AZ to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.