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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Pole,
Interpol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.