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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.