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 Peru 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.