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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.