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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.