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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.