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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.