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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
UT,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Monolake,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.