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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.