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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.