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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.