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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.