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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Scion,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.