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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Faust,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.