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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.