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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.