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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.