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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.