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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Wire,
Magma,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.