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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.