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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.