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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.