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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.