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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.