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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.