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 Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.