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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.