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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.