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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Mars,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.