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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.