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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.