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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.