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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.