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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Rekid,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.