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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.