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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.