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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.