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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
The Associates,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.