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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.