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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
JFA,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.