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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.