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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.