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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.