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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.