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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.