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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Index,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.