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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.