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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Echospace,
CMW,
Slave,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.