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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Slave,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.