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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.