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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.