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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.