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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.