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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.