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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.