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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 New Order to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.