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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.