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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Japan,
Television,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.