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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.