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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Wire,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Gong,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
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.