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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.