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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.