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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.