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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.