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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.