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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.