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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Faust,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.