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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.