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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.