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 Malawi and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.