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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.