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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s 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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.