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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.