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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.