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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.