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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.