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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.