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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.