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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.