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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.