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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.