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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.