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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.