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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.