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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.