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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Nas,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.