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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Index,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.