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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.