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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.