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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.