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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.