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 Uganda 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.