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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.