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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.