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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.