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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.