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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.