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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Evens,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.