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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.