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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.