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 Norway 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.