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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.