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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.