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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.