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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.