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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.