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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.