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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.