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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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 Techniques,
Ituana,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.