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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.