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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Move,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.