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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.