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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.