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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.