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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.