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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
June Days,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.