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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Slave,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.