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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.