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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.