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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.