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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.