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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.