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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
CMW,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.