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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.