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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.