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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.