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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.