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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.