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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.