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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Monks,
Pole,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.