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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.