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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.