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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.