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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.