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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.