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 Spain 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.