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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.