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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.