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 United States and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.