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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.