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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.