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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.