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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Organ,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.