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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.