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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
X-101,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.