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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.