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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.