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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.