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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.