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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
MDC,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.