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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.