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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.