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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.