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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.