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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.