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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.