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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
JFA,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.