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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.