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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.