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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.