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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.