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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.