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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Monks,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.