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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Magma,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.