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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.