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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.