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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.