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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.