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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
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.