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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.