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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.