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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.