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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.