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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.