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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.