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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Franke to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.