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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.