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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.