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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.