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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.