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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.