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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.