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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.