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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Gories,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Technova,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.