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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.