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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Scion,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.