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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
UT,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.