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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.