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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.