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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.