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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.