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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.