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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Monolake,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.