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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.