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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Can,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.