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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.