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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Index,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.