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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Swans 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.