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 Palau 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.