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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.