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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.