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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.