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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.