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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.