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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.