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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Magma,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.