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 Peru 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.