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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Nico,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.