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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.