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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.