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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.