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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.