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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.