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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.