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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.