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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.