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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.