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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.