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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Magma,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.