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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.