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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.