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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.