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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.