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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.