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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
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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.