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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.