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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.