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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.