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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.