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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.