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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.