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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.