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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.