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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.