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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Monks,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Index,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.