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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.